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Summary: Legolas falls prey to the charms of Aragorn and others. Humor.
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Legolas staggered naked through
the halls of the Last Homely House, battered and bruised, blood trickling
down the back of his thighs. The drug was finally beginning to wear
off but he still felt disoriented and weak. As he passed the twins'
door, Elladan stuck his head out and, seeing the state he was in, placed
a gentle hand on his arm and steered him into his rooms.�
"Aragorn?" Elladan
asked, motioning for Elrohir to bring water and healing herbs. Elrohir,
familiar with the drill, had already begun to gather the necessary materials.�
"Yes." Legolas answered
in a small, embarrassed voice. "One would think I would have sense
enough not to visit Aragorn alone in his rooms, yet he always manages
to lure me somehow. Sneaky bastard!"�
"What was it this time?"
Elladan asked, helping Legolas lie face down on the bed and reaching
for the cloth Elrohir held out to him.�
"Things are still a little
fuzzy, but I think it had something to do with strawberries."�
"Ah, yes. The first harvest
is in and we have all been enjoying the largesse."�
"We do not get such delicacies
in Mirkwood. My epicurean avarice has led me to ruin� again. Ouch!"�
"Oh, hold still and quit
being such a baby," Elladan scolded. "You should have known
better."�
"I agree," Elrohir
put in, his arms crossed over his chest. "Every time you visit
Imladris, Aragorn brutally rapes you and Elladan and I are left to pick
up the pieces."�
"I know, and I'm sorry,"
Legolas said with a long-suffering sigh. "I mean, being raped is
bad enough, but must it always be with brutality? It isn't as though
I can put up a fight after he's drugged me, or tied me up, or�"�
"He's always been a bit
rough," Elrohir broke in. "We found that out the hard way,
didn't we brother?"�
Elladan reddened, "Much
to our regret."�
"Speak for yourself,"
Elrohir said under his breath. Elladan looked at him reprovingly and
shook his head.�
Turning back to Legolas, Elladan
could not help but admire the smooth creamy flesh of the raped Sinda
where it showed beneath the welts and bruises. He began to run his hand
over Legolas' abused buttocks, drawing a moan from him. Easing one cheek
away from the other, Elladan paused and whistled appreciatively.�
"Aragorn has grown,"
he said with a chuckle.�
"How bad is it?"
Legolas asked, looking over his shoulder. �
Elladan leaned over and shouted,
'Mae govannen!" and the echo resounded from inside Legolas' bottom
a full two seconds later� 'Mae govannen!'�
Legolas groaned and buried
his head in the pillow.�
"There is really only
one way to heal you, you know," Elladan said. He looked at Elrohir
who was nodding and smiling, licking his lips in anticipation.�
"I know," Legolas
said, "same as last time, right?"�
"Yes, I'm afraid there's
nothing for it but a good dose of double penetration."�
"I feared as much. Well,
you and Elrohir are the best, so go ahead. Just, please, be gentle."�
"What we do, we do out
of love, as you well know," Elladan said softly, stroking Legolas'
long, silky hair.�
"That is why I always
come to you," Legolas breathed.�
Legolas relaxed as the twins
undressed and slipped into the bed next to him. After a long, slow period
of tender, yet powerhouse, foreplay, Legolas was ready for his cure.�
First Elladan eased inside
him, then Elrohir joined his twin. The two added their moans to those
of Legolas as their slick, hot members slid over each other, plundering
the prostrate prince in a panoply of paired pleasure.�
They moved together like a
bag of snakes upon a heated griddle until they were shouting their ecstasy
so loudly that the rest of the household could not help but hear. They
came simultaneously, releasing their healing seed into Legolas even
as he released his into the goose down of the twins' bed. Then they
lay together in a messy, sweaty heap until a soft rap sounded on the
door.�
"Elladan, Elrohir, is
everything all right?" Elrond called.�
The twins made a face (different
faces, not the same one, but with the same snarky intent) and Elladan
called, "Yes, Ada, we're just taking care of Legolas."�
"Oh, Eru, not Aragorn
again," Elrond said as he opened the door and stepped in, followed
closely by a rumpled, sated-looking Erestor.�
"I'm afraid so, Ada,"
Elrohir said, pulling out with a pop that echoed faintly from inside
the prince.�
"And you are curing him
in the manner I taught you?" he asked, coming closer to the bed
for a better look.�
"Yes, Ada," Elladan
said in a sing-song voice, climbing off Legolas, who put the pillow
over his head and groaned.�
Elrond inspected the twins
work and nodded his approval. "That will heal quite nicely, hardly
leave a scar. What was the lure this time?"�
"Loaded strawberries,"
Elladan offered as he and Elrohir put on their robes.�
"I knew I should have
had a second helping," Elrond sighed. "Leftovers and Legolas
are a bad combination." He poked Legolas on the leg. "Don't
you think you should be a little more careful around my foster son?"�
"Yes, my lord," Legolas
said from beneath the pillow, "It's just that he can be so damned
charming."�
"Raised by Elves, you
know," Elrond said proudly, "we taught him well."�
Erestor beamed. "It's
nice to know the diction, poetry, and public speaking lessons have paid
off."�
Legolas buried himself further
under his pillow and moaned.�
"I guess I'd better go
hunt up some R�-486," Elrond said, "We can't send you back
to your father pregnant. He'd whelp a warg."�
"That's for sure,"
Legolas mumbled.�
Elladan smacked Legolas on
the butt, causing him to jump. "Elrohir and I are going to go rustle
up some breakfast. I hope there are some strawberries left."�
"I rather doubt it,"
Legolas said, coming out from under the pillow at last. "Thank
you both for your help. I shall try to be more careful in the future."�
"I sincerely hope not,"
Elrohir chuckled as he followed his twin out the door.�
An uncomfortable silence ensued
as Erestor stood looking at Legolas who resisted the urge to burrow
back under the pillow. "Um� don't you have somewhere else to
be?" Legolas said at last.�
"Not really," Erestor
answered casually, taking a seat on the bed and running his hand seductively
up the prince's leg.�
Legolas looked at him in surprise.
"Et tu, Erestor?"�
"Tu es," Erestor
replied lightly, sliding his hand between Legolas' legs.�
Just as he was getting a rise
out of the Sinda, Elrond reappeared. Erestor snatched his hand back
and Elrond rolled his eyes.�
"I can't let you out of
my sight for a minute. You're as bad as Aragorn to take advantage of
a situation."�
"You have to admit, he
is kind of pretty," Erestor said. "You know how I love blonds."�
"Everyone knows how you
love blonds," Elrond sneered. "I'm surprised you stay with
me at all what with Glorfindel and Lindir wandering about in those tight
breeches."�
"You have other charms,"
Erestor purred.�
"And the best drugs,"
Elrond said.�
"Always a plus,"
Erestor agreed.�
Elrond pulled a jar from his
robes and Legolas turned over and looked at him questioningly. "I
thought it would be in pill form."�
"No, this cure follows
the principle of the 'hair of the dog'," Elrond explained, throwing
off his robes and preparing his already eager member.�
"It might work better
with two, might it not?" Erestor said to Elrond, raising a hopeful
eyebrow.�
"Yes, yes, two would probably
be best to make sure enough of the concoction is placed where it's needed."
Elrond agreed.�
Legolas was beginning to feel
a bit used by the time the two Noldor finished with him, but he had
to admit he felt anything but pregnant.�
After the sex came the tender
loving care and Legolas sighed happily as they petted him and murmured
endearments. He could almost swear it was worth being brutally raped
to be treated so sweetly.�
Finally they all got up and
got dressed. The treatments had worked so well Legolas found he was
ravenously hungry. As he made his way to the dining hall, trailing behind
Elrond and Erestor, Aragorn slipped up behind him and put an arm around
his waist.�
"Was I too rough on you,
sweetie?" he asked with a wicked grin.�
"Look, Aragorn, it's time
we had this out. Why do you insist on brutally raping me every time
I come here? Why don't you try just asking me once in awhile? I'm a
pretty easygoing Elf, or so I've been told by many, many, many, many�"�
"I get the point,"
Aragorn broke in. "Very well then, would you do me the honor of
repairing to my chambers for a little mid-morning nookie?"�
"Not right now, I've got
a headache," Legolas said, pulling away.�
"Why, it just so happens
I have an aspirin with me," Aragorn smiled, pulling a pill from
his pocket.�
"Thanks," Legolas
said, popping the pill in his mouth. It's nice of you to be so understanding
and� oh�"�
He would have slumped to the
floor had Aragorn not deftly caught him and put him over his shoulder. �
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